Luyện nghe bài hát Praying For Time

These are the days of the open
They not be the last
Look now
These are the days of the beggars and the

is the year of the hungry man
Whose is in the past
Hand in
With ignorance and excuses

The rich declare themselves
And most of us are not
If we too much but we'll take our chances
'Cause God's stopped score

I somewhere along the way
He must have let us all out to
Turned his back and all children
Crept out the back

And it's hard to
so much to hate
Hanging on to
When there is no hope to of

And the skies above
Say it's too late
Well we should all be praying for time

This is the year of the empty
Oh you on to what you can
And is a coat you wear twice a year

These are the days of the man
Your takes a stand
And you find that what was over is over here

So you scream from behind your
And say what's mine is mine and not
I may have too much but I'll my chances
God's stopped keeping score

And you cling to the things they you
Did you your eyes when they told you
That he come back?
'Cause he has no children to back for

And hard to love
When there's so to hate
on to hope
When there is no to speak of

And the wounded above
Say it's much, too late
Well maybe we should all be for time